Chapter 119 - The Harem Rescue Project

Outside the bridal sedan chair, a mysterious figure in black, Liang Jingxuan lowered the hood, reached out, and pulled back the curtain. The celebratory dish was completely empty, peanut shells scattered all over the floor, date pits rolling around. Inside the sedan, the woman was clutching her own throat as if she was choking, and upon seeing him enter, shot him a glare, too lazy to respond. Liang Jingxuan looked at the empty dish and Lin Qianshuang's choking expression, filling in the blanks in his mind. Realizing what was happening, he hurriedly climbed into the sedan, pried away the hand she held around her neck, and shook her shoulders, speaking with agitation, “Senior sister, why do this? You’re a spirit body; even if you swallow all the offerings to kill yourself, you won’t die. If you wish to end your life, it’s better to leave with me. Why are you being so foolish?” “...” Lin Qianshuang, shaken until her energy was in turmoil, almost truly got something lodged in her throat. Looking at Liang Jingxuan’s anxious face made her vision dizzy, and her stomach started to churn uncontrollably. “Ugh…” Red, white, green, all sorts of food, Lin Qianshuang vomited it all in one go, spraying it onto that sanctimonious face. She saw Liang Jingxuan with his face smeared with vomit, even his eyebrows hung with slime, and awkwardly smiled while wiping her mouth with a handkerchief. She spread her hands and said, “Ah, sorry, Junior Brother Liang, I get motion sickness.” Lin Qianshuang originally thought that a ghost couldn’t physically vomit onto a living person. It seems that indeed, demon cultivators are unique; the remaining demonic energy can form a corporeal soul, much like an Incarnation stage split soul. Realizing he misunderstood, Liang Jingxuan’s face darkened. His pretentious black attire urgently needed changing. Internally unsettled, he typically maintained a graceful gentleman image to attract women, and his storage jade contained mostly luxurious robes. Wearing black was a deliberate choice to emanate an air of mystery in front of Chen Shangqing, making him seem unfathomable. Yet, this esteemed black attire was now covered in vomit thanks to Senior Sister Lin. The smell was truly unpleasant, even using spells to dry it didn’t rid the discomfort. If any ordinary woman had treated him like this, his anger would be uncontrollable, considering giving the audacious woman a lesson. However, faced with this less-than-stellar visage, he dared not show the slightest hint of offense. The unattainable ideal of his dreams couldn’t possibly be equated with mere mortals. Reluctantly, Liang Jingxuan donned a set of white robes, maintaining his air of mystery by taking out an iron ghost mask from his storage bag and putting it on. He stuffed the perfectly cut black attire into the space, feeling a tinge of regret for slightly diminishing his worldly expert's aloof persona. Glancing around, Lin Qianshuang noticed Xiao Lanle had disappeared the moment Liang Jingxuan lifted the sedan curtain. She likely used a merman pearl to hide her form again. "Senior sister, you can come down now, Young Master Chen has been waiting for you at the Matchmaker's Temple for quite a while." Wearing the ghost mask and a flamboyant white robe, Liang Jingxuan lowered his voice, deliberately adjusting his tone. Lin Qianshuang lifted the trailing hem of her bridal dress and jumped down from the sedan. As she passed by him, he, undeterred, hopefully remarked, “Qianshuang, should you wish to leave with me during the ghost marriage, just say the word, and I will take you. The Wan Bao Pavilion means nothing to me, just embellishment. For you, I can let it go.” The male protagonist always concocts an elaborate ghost tale to woo any beautiful woman. For the female supporting roles he entices in the original text, didn't he express deep and enduring feelings for each one? Lin Qianshuang couldn’t be bothered with him and threw the red head covering into Liang Jingxuan’s arms, her aura commanding as she grabbed her sword and strode toward the Matchmaker's Temple. If the reborn male supporting character wants to kill her, he should first ask if she agrees. She is not one of the insignificant characters in the book who follows along without deviation. Watching Lin Qianshuang, Liang Jingxuan was surprised to see her walk quicker than him, heading swiftly to the wedding hall arranged inside the Matchmaker's Temple. Was his warning not clear enough? Once the ghost marriage bond is recorded in the marriage ledger, she will die! Would she rather rush to her death than spend some more time walking with him, listening to his persuasion? Liang Jingxuan initially wanted to rely on his charismatic presence to sway Lin Qianshuang with wishful thinking. However, seeing her march towards the Matchmaker's Temple against his intentions caused his deeply affectionate words to choke back forcibly, and his face darkened further. Any woman in the world would be seduced by just a few words from him, yet before his senior sister, all his charm and skills seemed void. Could it be simply because they’re both from Earth? Inside the Matchmaker's Shrine, the old ginkgo tree, over a thousand years old, had branches full of prayer ribbons. Fan-like leaves fell onto the rusting censer, pressing down the dust. Half a person tall, white candles flickering in the incense ash engraved with red joyous characters appeared to be written in chicken blood. A man in green sat at the main seat holding Xu Zheng’s memorial tablet. A paper figure filled with straw stood still, a red flower ball tied to its chest. Lin Qianshuang removed her heavy phoenix crown, then slipped out of her wedding dress. Her gaze met Chen Shangqing’s directly, and she coldly spoke, “Junior Brother Chen, I assumed you were a gentleman, turns out you're just another hypocrite. If I’m not mistaken, Xiao Shimei entering the Sect Master trial early was partly your doing. For the sake of the Sect Master position, you could even harm the Junior Sister you once liked. Who are these pitiful theatrics for? Chen Shangying’s death can also be partly attributed to your reckless, crude behavior.” “Xiao Shimei's situation was not my intention. I never thought my brother would wish to harm her, pushing her into the Sect Master trial while she was focusing on cultivation.” Chen Shangqing sat in the chair and looked at Lin Qianshuang, saying, "Senior sister, I have no desire to usurp the sect master position. Before returning it to Xiao Shimei, I simply wish to make those who are evil pay their blood debts." Lin Qianshuang, feeling speechless, pointed at herself and asked, "Then what deep grudge do you have against me?" With a cold expression, as if looking at someone long dead, Chen Shangqing said, "I’m waiting for someone to appear. You, senior sister, are merely bait, and at the right moment, you are nothing but a useless and expendable pawn. Furthermore, my brother also liked you. You were betrothed when young as his fiancée. Even if he's dead, you're his name-bound ghost bride and should be buried alongside him." “But your brother didn't like me.” “And Xiao Shimei likes you.” Before Lin Qianshuang could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Chen Shangqing. As expected, he’s here for a personal vendetta. The reborn male supporting character couldn't win over the female supporting character and gradually discovered she developed feelings for a mere throwaway character! In her shoes, she would also see such an abrupt individual as an obstacle, resenting the affection Xiao Shimei had for this person. Chen Shangqing stated, "You will delay her. The future sect master of Penglai Celestial Sect cannot associate with demon cultivators." His eyes sharpened as he glanced at Lin Qianshuang, “Senior sister, you don’t wish for Xiao Shimei to be disgraced and unable to stand on her own, do you?” Lin Qianshuang was at a loss for words, her eyes darting around the surroundings, yet she was actually looking at Xiao Lanle. Mouthing silently, she complained: see, it's your troublesome romantic entanglements that have led to this undeserved disaster for me. Standing invisibly beside her, Xiao Lanle gently squeezed her hand and said, "Sister, I won't let anything happen to you. Step back a bit; one step forward leads to an enchantment that is easy to enter but difficult to exit. I suspect the binding spell of the ghost marriage lies within."